Letting Go part 1 (a different take)

Holding on is not always a good thing. SOmetimes it is time to let go. Then again, sometimes we have to hold on harder than ever. As a child, I imagined myself in so many roles- mother, wife, writer, teacher,cardiologist, marine biologist, botanist on and on. what can I say? I am a dreamer. And with a very curious personality, I was always up for something new. Anyone ever seen Barefoot in the Park? Well, Jane Fonda's character was me. Oh how I loved life! Now, don't get me wrong, I still love life, but a lot of my old dreams seem to be fading away-the way old dreams do. I guess what I am trying to say, is that I am ready to grow up. I am tired of dancing around the clouds like a balloon that has lost its owner- not sure what I want to be when I "grow up." Not even sure I want to grow up. (I hear a Peter Pan song coming on). I remember going to an interview several years ago, and the woman doing the hiring said something so profound to me. She said, "Now I see a girl who can't decide what she wants to be when she grows up." Hmm. She was right. I was interviewing for a bank position. If anyone knows me at all, they should know that a bank position is not the position for me. But, at the time, I thought what the heck, I need a job- I flopped at teaching- I'll do anything right about now. Those words, however, have haunted me for so long. Since then I have thought about (and tried sometimes) a lot of different careers. Shawna- personal wedding consultant. nah! Shawna- medical transcriptionist. Nuh- uh. Shawna- women's motivational speaker. Perhaps on the side? Shawna- professional writer? ( I am an extrovert- not an introvert- don't want to isolate myself from people). Shawna- what is it God has called me to do, COllick has been stuck! So, back to letting go. It is time for me to let go of "tomorrow"- today is the day God has given me. It is also time for me to let go of my past mistakes. OKay, so I had a bad last year as a teacher. That doesn't make me a failure in the education department. I am ready to get rooted and grounded and come down from the sky. Pray for me.
Until the next blog,
-S

I am blessed

This morning on the way to the bathroom, I stepped on something cold and squishy in my bedroom, and I didn't scream. Then in the living room, I tripped over something hard and nearly went flying across the room- and I didn't yell out. Both of these events occurred at 5:20 am (I am an early riser). What is the point of this, you ask. Well, I am blessed. You see, I am blessed because the cold, squishy something was a frog filled with water (like a stress reliever ball- only it's a frog) and I know how much fun my son has while playing with it. ANd the hard object was one of my daughter's shoes - and I am blessed because she has more than one pair. And even more so, I am blessed because I get to see these two precious faces every morning. We never know how much time we have with our loved ones, so let's cherish it. Enjoy those blessings that God has given you- the blessing of a husband or wife who stands by your side, even in those hair-brained schemes you think up. Enjoy your children and the house (or apt) God has provided for you. Just enjoy life, and don't be so quick to complain. Jesus came to give us life and life more abundantly, so CARPE DIEM! Suck the marrow out of life, and holler loudly "YAWP!"
Until the next blog,
-Shawna